The thing I most applaud in any "series" book is that the novel stand on its own and not require the reader to already be familiar with the other books with which it is connected. "Dead Romance" fits the bill nicely. I had never read a "New Adventure" before, and I had no trouble following what was going on (well, it's more accurate to say that I had no more trouble following the proceedings than I think the author intended.) I think I'd even go so far as to say the reader needs no familiarirty with Dr. Who to appreciate it, but I can't say that for certain until I've field tested the book on a friend who isn't a Who-fan. The references to the T.V. show are all very oblique and indirect, and I think the narrative holds up perfectly well on its own.
It's difficult to tell much about the plot without spoiling the various unexpected twists, but I'll try. We begin with the narrator, young ex-bohemian Christine Summerfield, walking around a ruined landscape, writing in her notebook about how she survived the end of the world in October, 1970, with a vague implication that the world was destroyed by aliens. The writing style is that of a person telling something from memory, jumping around in time a great deal, suddenly remembering things that she ought to have mentioned earlier, and overall very informal, because she begins by saying that she is writing this record mainly for its therapeutic value and doesn't expect that another human being will ever come along to read it.
Add to this the fact that the narrator has a heavy drug history, and the story could easily become incoherent, but it doesn't. It ties up remarkably neatly at the end. There is a very good explanation for how Earth's civilization can have been destroyed 23 years ago and yet have left us here to read about it. It's not time travel--not really, anyway.
The book has some wonderful takes on the nature of reality, and yet the story is as much physics as metaphysics, all the cleverer because it's communicated through the words of a narrator who doesn't know any science (certainly no modern, post-1970 science). Great atmospheric stuff throughout the book describing London in 1970 (Not that I was in london in 1970, of course, so maybe it's wrong. It feels right, though). The alien civilizations and technologies feel genuinely alien and nigh-incomprehensible, not just people in funny costumes carrying zap guns. The Time Lords (never named, of course) come across as vastly more powerful, inhuman, and terrifying than they ever did on the TV series, and their adversaries are odder still.
I suppose what I most appreciate is that, when dealing with subject matter this strange, with a narrator who confesses at the outset that her memory is not reliable, most authors would be tempted to cop out and not even worry about the plot making sense, let alone being scientifically credible, and perhaps leave you with a book-length version of the last twenty minutes of 2001 (or perhaps one of those long, lumbering serialized TV shows like The X-Files that acquire so many disconencted loose ends that there's no way to tie them together in a way that doesn't feel incomplete or contrived). Here, the plot pays off, in a way that you don't see coming until it happens at the very end, and the best part is that it seems so logical, even inevitable, that you feel that you should have seen it coming and yet you didn't.
Christine is well-characterized, and even though her life (even before any aliens show up in it) is an utter, drug-addled mess of her own making, you really identify with her and sympathize with her. For all the bad choices she's made, she's anything but stupid.
In terms of tone, make no mistake, it's an extremely grim, cynical story. It's the end of the world, after all (after a fashion). Yet at the very end, after she has accepted and learned to live with all the revelations that have been thrust upon her, that acceptance, in and of itself, and an accompanying willingness to move on, offer a ray of hope. I think that's what really makes the story for me--to have everything, everything, EVERYTHING taken from you, and then to accept it, get up, and move on from it, because there isn't anything else TO do, is there?
An excellent, excellent novel. Exactly the sort of intellectual workout you want from a really good science fiction story, without in any way compromising its worth as basic fiction (strong central character, strong plot, strong tone and theme).